My Wet Day

Today was pretty lame. I always hates it when it rains, and for that reason, area on my pants by my ankles are forever covered in wet watery-mud.

And what start of my dad was that I really didn't have a great start. I woke up about 3 times last night, because my bed was without bedsheets. I know what your thinking; why would you sleep on your bed without bed sheets? It's because they were both being washed and I guess I haven't done my washing in my hamper as much as I should.

As, I've been used to waking up with no one home. Not saying it's bad to have Tommy home, it just that with Tommy's new work and sleep schedule, I been sub-consciously forced to go to bed earlier, and get up earlier when Tommy's home.

After not doing much with my morning (laundry, and vacuuming), I went to work early. Shit, it was busy for the amount of staff there. I get clocked on early and since its raining, people somehow forget it rains here for half the year or more, and start driving slower than what should be conceder safe.

After work, I called around, to see what my options were for the night, and after deciding that home would probably be best for my tired self, I headed home. Nothing bad, nothing good. Just another wet day.